The idea that Robin has nothing better to do with his life than to hide out in the corner of comic book covers with a shocked look upon his face.

The realization that the advertisement displayed on my blog today is an offer from April. It is now almost July. Might want to look into that one, homeys.

Things that have made me ponder this week:

"All Star" by Smash Mouth randomly getting stuck in my head. I mean, at least it isn't that song about Father Abraham and his many sons—a song which has haunted me for over a decade now—but, still, of all the songs in the world . . . Ugh.

Watching this guy count to a million and being absolutely fascinated by it. I don't get it. At all. So incredibly lame, but so incredibly addictive. I mean, even when he's not counting, I keep watching his site. I watched him BRUSH HIS TEETH a few hours ago, and I get bored watching myself brush my teeth.

Eating s'mores. Is it at all possible to do so while typing? Without getting crumbs and melted marshmallow goo all over the keyboard? Cuz I'm pretty sure I'm failing at that part of life right now.

I guess I should stop pondering all of this for a while, since my room is a disaster and there will be people here tomorrow to install a "whole-house fan." Normally, I wouldn't care too much, but these people go to my church. Heaven forbid they see my clean underwear on the floor because I was too lazy to put it away. Or the street sign that I definitely did not steal. Or my computer that links to the dirty interweb. Truthfully, I'm just concerned that they'll get ensnared in the mess of marshmallow that now somehow envelopes my entire room, and they won't ever be able to leave. I don't think I could sleep very peacefully with a handful of men glued to my walls.

I have mad skills in penmanship, playing piano, knowing exactly when to use a semicolon, organizing bookshelves, and befriending unfriendly cats.